Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Today I have my spotlight on Unholy
Alliance by Kathleen Rowland who says, “Thanks a bunch for hosting me for
the Happy Holiday exchange.”

Kathleen loves the process of writing and never rushes it with
abandon. She wants her characters and
their stories to resonate and please readers. Unholy Alliance is the second book of the Donahue Cousins Series. A
third is in the works.

Unholy Alliance

A decade ago, Tori Rourke, and her cousin, Vivienne, ran from the
Irish mob after witnessing a brutal murder. Tori was framed by the mob, and
while she served time in prison, she worried that the killer, Seamus McGinn,
had kidnapped her missing cousin.

When Grady agrees to defend a new client, Samuel Peterson, who’s been accused
of beating to death the wife of a noted professor, the evidence mounts. The
professor is missing, as well as his laptop that contains data dangerous to
national security.

And Seamus McGinn is back, and rumors of a massive annihilation is about to
begin. As they race to assist the FBI, the bonds between Grady and Tori are
about to be tested. It becomes clear Grady and Tori are falling fast for each
other, but what to do about it is a different story. He’s a divorced dad who
wants more time with his kid. She brings danger to his front door.

Grady has questions of his own; Is Vivienne at the center of the mob’s
operation? How much will it cost Tori before she learns the truth? All Grady
knows is the biggest danger is the one standing right behind you.

* * *

Kathleen says,
“Hey friends, I’m sending this excerpt, a thingy that takes place when Tori
invites Grady to visit her food truck, Deep Fried to Taste. Ta! Hope you like him.”

Grady double-arm waved at her.
It was as if he were a two-dimensional character in a dream. Handsome. As
upstanding as any man could be. Her legs gave way. The figure in the distance
did that, and she grabbed the counter. Dizzy and short of breath, she chastised
herself for holding on to the romantic notions she fantasized about a hundred
times a day. She stuck her head out the window. “I’m coming out.”

Grady met her on the stairs and
offered a hand. The closer he got, the harder it was to concentrate on stepping
down. His killer smile showed off two sexy dimples when he said, “It’s noon.”

“Good noon to you.” She gulped.
Readying herself for conversation, she took his hand, rose on her toes, and
sniffed. “Hmmm, what is that? Shaving lotion? Man perfume?”

He chuckled, and a weird
electric awareness went off in her chest. In slow motion, it cracked open
slowly, sent out sparkly runners to forgotten girl parts, and pulsed there.

She pulled her shoulders back
and lifted her chin. Their gazes locked. Her hair loosened from her bandana.
“Drat, I’m a chef. Hair is supposed to stay put.” She took it off, placed the
center of the bandana on the nape of her neck and tied a knot on the top of her
head.

He reached to help tuck the ends
under. “You’re so darn cute.”

“Oooo, that scent. Are you going
to tell me what it is?”

“Eau des Baux Eau.”
The warm, deep sound of his voice sent more sensations of want right through
her. Behind him, the sun stretched a bit higher and seemed to shine just on
him. “You like it?”

“I sure do. Vanilla. You smell
like a cookie.” Her heart thudded harder than it should.

“Do you like cookies?” He bent
his head for a kiss.

She kissed Mr. Good Noon with
the wavy reddish-brown hair and body made to lose sleep over. Her breath
hitched, and she took a step back from heartbreak. No reason to set sights on a
man way out of her league. The glow dimmed, and the warmth backed off. “Care to
look at my menu?” She stepped closer to the blackboard.

Meet the author, Kathleen Rowland, and her dark and
dangerous world of romantic suspense.

Award-winning author Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her
readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to
melt their hearts. Writing a romantic
suspense series for Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly
Alliance is followed by Unholy
Alliance. Bittersweet Alliance in the works. Keep an icy drink handy while
reading these sizzling romantic thrillers.

Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes
novels. She grew up in Iowa where she
caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake
Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and
sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were
lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in
their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent
with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve
flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy secrets behind books, signup for Kathleen’s newsletter on her website:

Monday, November 27, 2017

In 1758 the Pennsylvania
frontier is wild, primitive and dangerous, where safety often lies at the end
of a gun. Mara Dupré's life crumbles when a French and Indian war party attacks
her cabin, kills her husband, and takes her captive. Marching through the
wilderness strengthens her resolve to flee, but she doesn't count on her captor
teaching her the meaning of courage and the tempting call of desire.

Her destiny...

French
lieutenant Jacques Corbeau's desire for his captive threatens what little honor
he has left. But when Mara desperately
offers herself to him in exchange for her freedom, he finds the strength to
refuse and reclaims his lost self-respect. As the shadows of his past catch up
to him, Jacques realizes that Mara, despite the odds, is the one true key to
reclaiming his soul and banishing his past misdeeds forever.

I’ve always thought of Rogue’s Hostage as a
fall book because it begins in Aug. 1758 and ends in September of 1759. In this
except, Mara takes a moment to appreciate the autumn beauty surrounding Fort
Duquesne, the first European settlement in what is now Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania. I grew up outside Pittsburgh and know how lovely fall can be.

Sighing, she moved to stand next to one of Jacques’s
precious cannon. The view from the ramparts was magnificent. Under a leaden
sky, the green of bushes and grasses seemed more intense than ever. The
turbulent waters of the river tumbled past the fort, frothing over the rocks
along the shore.

She glanced toward the hills on the other side of the
Monongahela. The heavily forested slopes were dappled by drifts of gossamer
mist, but not thickly enough to obscure the colors of autumn. Among the green
shone clusters of gold and orange. Occasional patches of red were visible, as
if stained by the blood of the men who had died trying to possess this cursed
spot.

Lord, but she was morbid today. Her mood was due to a
combination of weather and circumstance and surely would be temporary. She
glanced at the view again, wishing Emile were here to see it. He would have
been enchanted by the vista.

The fragrance of autumn, clear, crisp, and tangy, wafted on
the air. Soon, very soon, winter’s frost would snuff out autumn’s fire, leaving
the landscape bleak and brown until the first snowfall came to shield it with a
pristine layer of white.

A flock of birds flew overhead, heading south for the
winter. Mara watched them with envy, wishing she, too, could soar over the
treetops. She would fly all the way back to Geneva, she thought, smiling at her
fancy.

A shout from the sentry drew her attention to the plain in
front of the fort. Her heart raced at the sight of the raiding party straggling
back. In the lead group, she spotted a tall officer in a blue and red uniform.
Jacques.

She hurried to the ladder and scurried swiftly but carefully
down the slippery rungs, then ran to the main gate, straight for him. When she
skidded to a stop about a foot from him, he grinned at her.

“What, so eager, madame? Can it be that you missed me?”

She felt her face flush, but refused to acknowledge the
truth of his words. “Do not flatter yourself, monsieur. It is merely that I am
bored. I have had no one to argue with for weeks now.”

Linda McLaughlin grew up with a love of
books and history, so it's only natural she prefers writing historical romance.
She loves transporting her readers into the past where her characters learn
that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward. Linda also writes
steamy to erotic romance under the name Lyndi Lamont, and is one half of the
writing team of Lyn O'Farrell.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Kylie Hafford craves adventure during her southwestern
summer. She doesn’t expect to fight for her life.

After an assault in Boston, young archeologist Kylie heads
to the remote Puebloan ruins of Lost Valley, Colorado, to excavate. She plans
to avoid all men and figure out her next step in life. Her first exploration of
the crumbling ruins ends in a confrontation with a gorgeous, angry man who
looks like a warrior from the Pueblo’s ancient past. Danesh proves that Kylie’s
body is ready for love, even if her heart isn’t. If only he weren’t so
aggravating… and fascinating. Then she literally stumbles across Sean, a
charming, playful tourist. His attentions feel safer, until she
glimpses secrets he’d rather keep hidden.

The summer heats up as two sexy men
pursue her. She finds mysteries – and surprising friendships –
among the other campground residents. Could the wide-eyed woman and her silent
children be in the kind of danger all too familiar to Kylie?

Mysterious lights, murmuring voices, and equipment gone
missing plague her dig. Kylie tries to play it safe, but when someone
threatens her research, she must take action. Kylie
throws aside caution, but is shocked as friends turn to
foes. She has more enemies than she can possibly guess, and she’s only begun to
glimpse the terrors in the dark. She’ll need all her strength and
wits to survive. Everything becomes clear – if she wants to save
the man she’s come to love and see the villains brought to justice,
she can’t run away again – she must face her demons
and fight.

Whispers in the Dark is
action-packed romantic suspense set in the Four Corners region of the
Southwest. This title stands alone and is not part of a series.

I finished
the loop well before dark, cleaned up in the restroom, and sat at my picnic
table to eat the second half of the sandwich I’d been keeping in a cooler since
lunch. The block of dry ice would keep my yogurt and cheese sticks cool for a
couple more days. Then I’d be stuck with dried and canned food until I made a
trip into town, something I didn’t relish given that my compact car obviously
wasn’t designed for the rough roads. Well, I hadn’t expected luxury.

I had
expected quiet, though. Yet the night filled with sounds as dusk fell. Birds,
insects, and rustling in the dark. I strained my ears and tried to identify the
sounds. Bird calls were easy enough. That low buzz had to be some kind of
insect, and I convinced myself it was only creepy because I wasn’t used to it.
Rustling in the bushes was harder to dismiss. I forced myself to breathe deeply
and repeated in my mind, Just animals.
Just animals. You’re safe here.

A squirrel
scurried up a tree nearby, proving my point, and I let out a burst of nervous
laughter.

I went back
to my deep breathing. I didn’t want to crawl into my tent until I felt
comfortable there, or I knew I’d spend the night imagining monsters sneaking
around the thin protection of my nylon walls. I could sleep in my car, as I had
done several times on the drive out, when I wasn’t sure of my security. But
this campground would be my home for weeks. I had to get used to it, face my
fears until they disappeared. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the cool air
on my skin, the soft breeze.

I heard
voices in the distance and a thump like something being dropped. I told myself
it was good to know others were within hailing distance. I breathed, and
listened, and finally felt my heart slow and my muscles relax. I thought I
might be able to sleep.

A new sound
drifted through the air, and my breath caught in my throat. I heard a soft
sobbing, like a woman crying.

Should I
check it out, see if someone needed help? But no one was calling for help, and
I couldn’t target the sound.

It was
probably some animal or bird, but still, I felt goosebumps prickle my skin. I
went to my car for a sweater, trying to blame the drop in temperature for my
chills.

When I
opened the car door, the overhead light came on, shockingly bright. I jumped
and glanced around, feeling oddly guilty, as if I’d insulted the night. I
grabbed my sweater, closed the door quickly, and stood for a minute waiting for
my eyes to readjust as the darkness pressed around me.

The crying
seemed to ripple in the air, coming from nowhere and everywhere.

And then it
faded, leaving only the echo of its memory in the dark, and a great sadness.

Kris Bock writes novels of suspense and romance with outdoor
adventures and Southwestern landscapes. In Counterfeits,
stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town. What We Found is a mystery with strong
romantic elements about a young woman who finds a murder victim in the woods. The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt
for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert.

Fans of Mary Stewart, Barbara Michaels, and Terry Odell will
want to check out Kris Bock’s romantic adventures. “Counterfeits is the kind of romantic suspense novel I have enjoyed
since I first read Mary Stewart’s Moonspinners.”
5 Stars – Roberta at Sensuous Reviews blog

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Hi Kris. Thank you for so much for
hosting me today on your blog. And thanks to all of you that are joining the
Happy Holiday Exchange. I hope you enjoy the tour. I’m sure you will find some
great reads to keep you company this holiday season. ~ Devon

Lead Me
Into Temptation

Violet
Webster is a bride on the run. The last thing she wants is to get married, especially
to a stranger twice her age. However, agreeing to be a mail-order bride had
been her only option and it paid the steep passage to San Francisco so she
could locate her father. She’d find him too, if only her betrothed’s son would
stay out of her way.

Garrett
Sutherlin is on a mission. Delivering the striking, ebony haired beauty to his
father’s doorstep not only paid off his debt, the effort would grant him
freedom from the man’s condescending hold. As far as he’s concerned, Miss
Webster made her own bed.

Unfortunately,
his father will be the one to lie beside her.

Excerpt:

“Name’s
Sutherlin.”

“Sutherlin?”
A surprised gasp escaped her as hope stirred, fluttering like the wings of a
butterfly in her stomach. “But you’re not…no, you can’t be.” Confused, she
searched his face. “Are you my intended?”

Violet locked onto his gaze. She saw something
she couldn’t quite read in the darkened depths. Sorrow? Regret? Whatever it
was, the emotion quickly faded and was replaced by a clear veil of distrust.

“No,
little dove, I’m not,” he stated firmly. “Or should I call you cunning fox? Not
that it matters.” He shrugged. “You are marrying my father.”

Her blood
froze. Spoken out loud, the direness of her situation magnified. She was spoken
for. Promised to his kin. A man twice her age, and, other than two
corresponding letters, a faceless stranger.

For a
moment, she’d actually longed for the possibility of the man standing before
her being her future husband. Even embraced it. And cunning fox? The words
stung only because they spoke the truth.

A painful,
but honest depiction. At the moment, she felt anything but trustful. Yet, how
could he know of her intentions? Didn’t matter. The search for her father
trumped snide insinuations and witty tag-names, regardless of how true they
might be.

“Shall we
continue to our quarters?” he asked, shattering her thoughts and breaking the
silence.

“Do I have
a choice?” she questioned sharply, more upset at herself than his request.
Unable to hold her tongue, she blurted, “And in regards to your blatant
questioning of my character, perhaps you are right. However, considering the
fact I feel as if I’ve been caught in a trap, the word cunning is hardly accurate.”

The quick
retort brought forth a low rumble of laughter and a boyish grin, softening the
hard, jagged scar under his eye. In response, her pulse spiked and a cool sheen
of perspiration dampened her skin.

Not easily
swayed by a man’s charms, certainly not a mere smile, she questioned the
reaction. With her mind reeling, she continued planning a course of escape.

Now, she
had one more reason she couldn’t possibly marry into this family.

Amazon Bestseller Devon McKay writes
historical and contemporary romance with a western flair. If she's not writing,
she's busy with chores on her small ranch, working on a stained glass project
or walking one of her three dogs through the woods. Her greatest joy is putting
a smile on a readers face and hearing from fans.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Archaeology student Kylie Hafford expects an adventure when
she heads to remote Puebloan ruins to excavate. Romance isn’t part of her plan,
but she meets two sexy men: Sean is a charming tourist who takes an instant
liking to Kylie. Danesh, a site ranger who looks like an Anasazi warrior, seems
to take an instant dislike to Kylie,
and yet something draws them together. The summer heats up as Kylie uncovers
mysteries, secrets, and terrors in the dark. She’ll need all her
strength and wits to survive – and to save the man she’s coming to
love.

Readers give a 4.2-star
average to Whispers in the Dark, romantic suspense set in the
Four Corners region of the Southwest. It stands alone and is not part of a
series. Fans of Mary Stewart, Barbara Michaels, and Victoria Holt will love
Kris Bock’s novels of romance and adventure.

Whispers in the Dark is on sale Nov. 19-24 – only 99 cents for
the Kindle!

I hit
something, bounced, scraped, and finally landed with a thud that rattled my
whole body.

I lay in the dark, blinded, my
head ringing, pain washing over me in great waves. My lungs screamed for air,
but it seemed like I’d forgotten how to breathe.

Finally I dragged in a breath. I
closed my eyes and focused on breathing, waiting for the world to settle into
place.

Rain misted my face, so I must
be lying on my back. My head felt heavier than my feet. I shifted and realized
I was lying on a slope with my head pointing down.

I tried to concentrate on those
little details. I couldn’t handle anything more. Panic fluttered around me, but
I refused to think about anything but the present moment. I flexed my fingers.
When that worked, I moved my hands over my body, up to my face. My head
throbbed, but when I felt around my skull, I didn’t find any serious damage.

I had to move. The thought
battered at the back of my mind, a panicky whisper that I tried to ignore. I
had to run. Hide. He was after me. I had to get away.

I clenched my teeth hard, as if
I could bite back the pain and fear. Memories crowded in, like panicked ghosts
wailing at the edges of my mind. Guns, strange men. Dangerous, threatening men.
Danesh trying to protect me, the gun going off. My own helpless, panicked
flight. Helpless. Worthless. Unable to fight, unable even to scream.

I tried to focus on this one moment,
the physical sensations of my aching body as I lay on the hard, damp ground.
The cold against my bare calves, the lump of rock pressing into my shoulder. That
focus helped keep me grounded in the present. Never mind that this present wasn’t
a place I wanted to be. I had to deal with reality. But I didn’t have to also
deal with nightmares. Not now.

The little whimpers in my throat
faded to short gasping breaths. I held on to this moment, this single slice of
reality. Now to move forward. I didn’t have to like it, but I had to do it. One
step at a time.

Monday, November 20, 2017

With a mind as strong as twisted steel, Scorpio obsessed Henry Slater, suave, sophisticated, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy is the perfect man—except to women who tell him what he doesn’t want to hear.

Dr. John Trenton is called back to NYC for a case close to his heart, while NYPD Detective Samantha “Sam” Wright and Dr. Frank Khaos, conflicted about their on-again-off-again relationship, take on another case—a serial killer who’s orchestrated sixteen murders across the United States over a nine-year period. The seventeenth victim is Sam’s best friend, Carrie Baines. When forensic science connects Frank to Slater, Frank is pushed to delve into his past, something he swore never to do. Meanwhile, due to the interstate nature of the crimes the FBI gets involved, convincing Sam to go undercover. But Slater is clever, and Sam is no match for him. Will her psychic skills and police training be enough to survive this close encounter with a killer, or will she end up as his eighteenth victim? And even if she lives, is her relationship with Frank really over?

EXCERPT

Det. Sam Wright and her partner, Det. Nick Valatutti, trying to become involved in the serial murder case.

A mid-forties dark-skinned man wearing a conservative gray sports jacket at the opposite end of the table spoke first. “I’m Lieutenant Hicks. I know both your histories, and your relationship with Agent Case. Even though your excellent reputations precede you, consider this a professional courtesy, nothing more. Lieutenant Rojas and I go back a long way. At first, I wasn’t thrilled with a task-force for no reason, but I now understand it, seeing what damage this perp has done. Therefore, my precinct and I will give the FBI our utmost cooperation. As for the both of you being here, I know that you, Detective Wright, and the vic were good friends, so we will use what you tell us as a reliable source. Your involvement will end there.”

Sam cringed when she heard him say “vic” instead of Carrie by name. She held her tongue. His last statement made her stomach drop.

“I’ll be directing this interview,” Agent Case said. “Detective Wright, how long have you known Miss Baines?”

“Since kindergarten.” Sam remained focused. She’d only elaborate when he asked the correct questions.

“What can you tell me about her?”

“Referring to?”

“Everything. We need to create a profile to match to the other victims.”

“Okay, Detective Wright, what can you tell us about Miss Baines relationship with her husband?” Case asked. “We know it’s not him, but—”

Sam cut Agent Case off. “I get it. Carrie and Charlie were separated four months ago. She caught him cheating, first through texts on his phone to another woman, then she followed him to an apartment building. She never confronted him.”

“Never confronted him? How can that be?”

“We never had time for a face to face meeting, and—”

“Don’t buy that for a second, Detective.” Case sneered at her. “If you two were that close, you’d be meeting at three a.m. if need be. Girlfriends cry with each other. I think you’re wasting our time, altogether.”

Ronnie Allen is a NYC native transplanted to rural Central Florida nine years ago. A teacher in The New York City Department of Education for 33 years, she also obtained a license as NYS School Psychologist. In later education, she added certification as a Board Certified Holistic Health Practitioner, earning a Ph.D. in Parapsychic Sciences. Ronnie uses her expertise in education, the paranormal, and psychic development throughout her novels. She’s an advocate for children, and their health and well-being. This is evident in the themes of her novels and in the dedications. Scorpio is the third book in The Sign Behind the Crime series.

Having come to terms with losing her husband, Jennifer
is ready to move on, but she faces opposition from her friends, in-laws, and brother-in-la.
He see himself as her future husband. None of them know of Jen’s marital problems
and she is afraid of their reaction when they learn she has a date for Friday night?Hagan Chaney is not anything like Craig. He tempts
Jen into the future but is she willing to give love another chance after the heartache
she faced the 1st time around?

#HappyHolidays blog exchange

Excerpt:

“Thank
you.” Jen tilted her head and narrowed her gaze. His tall, lean form topped hers
even with three-inch heels on, a welcome rarity from the men she usually met. In
addition, he had strawberry-blond hair, a known weakness of hers. The reddish-gold
locks danced along the collar of his black shirt, teasing her with the idea of running
her hands through the thick mass. Her fingers twitched. She dropped her gaze. Tight
jeans covered a round, squeezable butt. Hot awareness suddenly sizzled, stunning
Jen with its power. She knotted her hands into fists and fought the unwelcome attraction.

No way, I’m his real estate agent, not his date for the
evening. And it’s only been four months since...

“Elkhorn’s main street isn’t large, but the
Little League baseball field and the restaurants should attract people to the area.”
Hagan’s dark brown…no, hazel, his eyes were hazel she realized abruptly when his
gaze met hers. He cocked a brow. A sexy smile teased the corner of his lips. Oh, darn, the man had nailed
her ogling his backside.

Heat
burned her cheeks. The air between them sizzled. Goose bumps popped out on her arms.
Her internal timer ticked off each day she’d gone without sex—well over a year.

His
smile grew wider and visions of his mouth melting onto hers slammed home the impossibility
of the situation.

Give it up, girl. It’s not happening.

She
swallowed and searched the room for a distraction, some way to gain control of her
raging hormones and maintain the professional image she’d strived so hard to develop
the last five years. “I agree. It is in a great location.”

An
author with over 30 books, Tina Gayle writes in a number of different genres: Romantic
contemporary (as Tina Gayle) and Erotic Romance. Her books range from contemporary,
paranormal to mystery and suspense

As
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Singles’ Day is huge in China, and some US retailers have joined
in. It's not as famous or busy in the US as Black Friday, but Singles’ Day is
now considered the kickoff of the holiday buying season in America.

Of course the retailers are trying to make it all about
shopping. But in China, Guanggun Jie is a festival
where young people celebrate their single status. It's held on 11/11 because of
all the number 1s. Per Wikipedia (not always the most reliable source, but the
one that had the most information easily found), the celebration began in 1993 and
spread through universities. Then some of those university students took the
concept into larger society.

Though ostensibly a celebration of being single, the holiday
is really about love. In Chinese you'll find everything from blind date parties
to increase in weddings on that day.

So how to celebrate? Whether you're single or not, by choice
or by circumstance, why not take a little time to pamper yourself? That might
mean a long hike or a long bath, a glass of wine or a decadent dessert,
snuggling with your sweetie or playing with the kids. But my wish for you on Singles’
Day is that you have some time to settle down with a good book. Every day is a
great day for a good book!

The Mad Monk's
Treasure, “Smart romance with an 'Indiana Jones' feel,” is currently free at all e-book retailers. “The story has it all - action, romance, danger, intrigue,
lost treasure, not to mention a sizzling relationship....” #freebie

Kris Bock writes romantic suspense novel set in the southwestern United States. What We Found
is a romantic mystery about a young woman who finds a
murder victim in the woods. In Counterfeits,
stolen Rembrandt paintings bring danger to a small New Mexico town. Whispers in the Dark features archaeology and intrigue among ancient Southwest ruins.

The
Southwest Treasure Hunters novels mix action and adventure with romance. Each
novel stands alone and is complete, with no cliffhangers. The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a long-lost treasure in the New Mexico desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives compete to reach a buried treasure by following a series of complex clues. In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, sparks fly when reader favorites Camie and Tiger help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle.

Fans of Mary Stewart, Barbara Michaels, and Terry Odell will
want to check out Kris Bock’s romantic adventures. “Counterfeits is the kind of romantic suspense novel I have enjoyed
since I first read Mary Stewart’s Moonspinners.”
5 Stars – Roberta at Sensuous Reviews blog